They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.
Lisa McMannSo, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?
Lisa McMannThe thought of being with Shay Wilder makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife
Lisa McMannAre you okay?" she whispers, giggling. Me? Oh sure. You might have to carry me out of here, though." What happened?" I created a distraction." I gathered that." Step stool, encyclopedias, floor." I see. Well, I can't thank you enough." Sure you can. Help me flunk enough tests, so I drop out of the 'torian range." Can't you just tell Abernethy that you have a reputation as a dumbshit to keep up, and you don't want the attention?" Flunking is more fun.
Lisa McMann